I've got a pocketful of lemons,nAnd an aphrodisiac pack,nGot a mind set on confusion,nAnd I'm never, ever coming backnnWhen you talked of love you meant something else,nA war perhaps,nWhen you kissed my lips you tasted,nMy flesh perhapsnnGot a third eye full of visions,nIn my backpack there's a satellite dish,nYou confused me with my father,nHad a memory, nLike a goldfishnnYou kissed the lips of horses in your dreams,nBut in life you want it sterile,nIncluding you and mennI'm getting over you now,nIf you'd leave me alone,nI'm sure I'd get home,nJust getting over you now,nBut you keep fooling aroundnnWhen I talk of heaven,nYou book holidays in Spain,nWhen I observe the sky is falling,nYou dryly me it might rainnnWhen you tied me up I imagined,nKate Moss perhaps,nAnd you imagined him toon nI'm getting over you now,nIf you'd leave me alone,nI could almost get home,nJust getting over you now,nBut you keep fooling around,nnIn this storm,nIn this sea,nThere is nothing that can save me,nIn this storm,nIn this sea,nThere is nothing that can save me, save me